Fire, to be extinguished Poem by Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.

He had a taste for her; his desire caught fire.He was mad for her echo; his fire grew violent.He elicited her nod; his fire went ablaze.He found her moving out; his fire remained intense.His grip is loosening; his fire is flickering.Time may split them apart; his fire will be soaked.Then he will smear that ash with air and pride, Till he himself becomes ash on the pyre.21.11.99